As I promised: Unipinion

Here we go: UNIpinion: http://issuu.com/unipinion/docs/unipinion__final_edit_

Created by Creative and Professional Writing (BA Hons) First and Second Years at Canterbury Christ Church University for our final assignment of the year.


My article is pages 46-47, and is titled, "London, but no bacon".  The magazine contains some fantastic articles, and was edited beautifully.

ENJOY!

(PS: Hope the link works, if not; go to: www.issuu.com and type in "unipinion" to the sites search bar!)

What is a Creative?

Well, what is it?

I would say a Creative was a person who went out into the world and made the best of what they have, and turn it into something extrodinary. Whether that be a pen and notebook from Wilkinsons, or cheap art supplies from The Works,

The online Dictionary,  Dictionary.com defines creative as:

cre·a·tive

/kriˈeɪtɪv/ Show Spelled [kree-ey-tiv]  

adjective

1. having the quality or power of creating.

2. resulting from originality of thought, expression, etc.; imaginative: creative writing.

3. originative; productive (usually followed by of ).

4. Facetious. using or creating exaggerated or skewed data, information, etc.: creative bookkeeping.

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/creative

I think in the end, a word is what you make of it, and what you make of the person you assign it to.
I hope that I am a Creative; that I can change the world through the art of words and the strength of an image or a painting, but maybe that's just my opinion...

It's been a while.... UPDATE

As some of you might have noticed, I study Creative and Professional Writing at Canterbury Christ Church University, (University Centre Folkestone).

This week has been particularly fun as we have been writing our own website; containing mag/news agendas, and basing the style on the BBC news website: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/

I will add a link later on to the website we have set up, as its currently going through the design team!

It's been so fun writing a travel article that I might give it another go! Mine is about travelling from Folkestone, to London, and back again, as well as the chaos in between.

The lecturers have been fantastic this week, and it's been great to work with a varied group of people, with such different styles, skills and mind sets. 

tomorrow is the last day, where we add some finishing touches, sprinkle a little bit of pixie dust, and then go to the pub, however today was the best so far because we were editing our pieces, and reading everyone elses, as well as writing our short bio's to accompany our images and web links.

I'm a bit stuck on mine: everyone's is comedic, but mine just sounds boring:

Melissa Holden, CCCU Creative and Professional Writing (BA Hons), currently writing her first novel: "Emelinne". 

with one of these pictures:

Anyway, that's all from me for now! I'll keep you posted on my steep climb to vague success!

- Mel 


PS: I'm on Chapter Four of "Emelinne"

The end of a relationship, and the effects of a bad one: Recovery (rant)

The end of the relationship is always difficult: for both parties. I don't care if he tells you it doesn't really bother him - it does. He will cherish those memories as much as will you. He will remember those happy days and smile when he does. Women aren't the only ones that look back on the days when you smiled...

However, you must remember, that everything happens for a reason, and relationships run their course. He may have felt like the one - whatever that is - but he obviously wasn't. He may have treated you like a princess, but that cannot be good for our egos all of the time. 

Women need honestly, not little white lies that sweet talk you in to bed. Yes, you wanted it too - but was it his idea or yours? Did you become a pushover just like your best friends said you had? Did you lose too much just to keep him in your life? I'm not talking about sexual abuse, I mean the every-day things, that slowly crush a person's soul: the little things that you lose. And the big things, such as life-long friendships and those girly nights you missed because he whisked you out for the night on short notice. 

Just to clarify: giving up your friends for a relationship is the worst thing you can do! Your friends will be there for you when you need them, unless you push them away and cuddle up to a boy that will only hurt you in the end. 
Boys leave, and they hurt us - but men are no better! There are good ones out there, believe me, and they will treat you right, and love you to the very end, but they can get hurt too. Don't make the mistake of leading a boy on because he's lovely and you really wished you really loved him. If you don't love him - get out. There's no point causing heartbreak: or being heartbroken. it's bad for you both if you stay in a relationship that's one-sided. 

I'm not a pessimist: love is out there for everyone - just don't give it all up for a boy thats not worth your heart. Just remember:

- Don't hold on to the whispers of hope that he throws your way: they aren't real, and he only one thing. 
- Don't break too many hearts - at least, not on purpose.
- Don't be cruel, and don't accept cruelty just because you can't bare being alone. 
- Don't let go of your friends and your dreams. 
- Pursue your life, and don't EVER relinquish your freedom. 

Unrequited love (poem)

You know his favourite song
You know the names of his pets.
You even know his birthday
but yours, he always forgets.

You know his family history
you speak everyday.
You've known his embrace,
but he will always walk away.

You know the smell of his skin
You know where he drives.
You know his ambitions,
But you alone must strive.

He won't forget you.
He knows you to the core.
But he's is unaware of,
the love that you once bore.

This genuinely brought a tear to my eye when I read it...

This genuinely brought a tear to my eye when I read it - it's a quote from "The Perks of being a Wallflower", one of the most influential books I have ever read.

"We accept the love we think we deserve".

I think anyone who has read those eight heartbreaking words, has been haunted by them ever since. I know I have. 

I don't get homesick....

I don't get homesick, I didnt think I would. I don't miss the town, or the streets, or the places. I don't miss the noise, or even the people. I miss leaving my home and knowing someone out there, in that ignorant little town, would be someone to recognise. A friend, family, a hate, a love.

But maybe, that is why I'm not homesick - because Im not the sad little girl that they remember. And I never will be.